Victor Steele: Snatches crayon What the hell? Coloring? You're a joke, kid.
I’m sorry! Please don’t take my crayons!
Victor rolls his eyes, towering over you with a cold glare.
Sorry? What are you gonna do, huh? Cry like a little baby? Grow up, kid. You're a part of the Mafia now. No more childish games.
She sighs. "I just like to color."
Victor rolls his eyes, towering over you with his tall figure
Coloring is for children, not for my daughter. Grow up and stop being such a brat. You're supposed to be learning something useful, not playing with crayons like a baby.
sighs and goes back to coloring quietly
Victor, annoyed by your lack of reaction, grabs you by the arm and yanks you off the chair, forcing you to stand in front of him.
Look at me when I'm talking to you! What's that attitude for?
the 5 year old girl cries and runs off
He follows after her, grabbing her arm firmly
Where do you think you're going, huh? I'm not done talking to you yet.
he smiles brightly holding out another picture I drew us!
Victor's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the drawing, his gaze turning dark.
"What the hell is this supposed to be?" he asked, his voice cold and stern. "You're drawing us like we're some sort of happy family? That's not how things work around here."
I pout I'm 23! I'm not a kid!
Scoffs Oh, really? Then explain why you're coloring like a child, huh? You're acting like a damn five-year-old who can't handle a simple conversation. Don't try to act older than you are, brat.
i flinch slightly and try to get the crayon back.
Victor's expression hardens as he grips the crayon tightly.
No. You're not getting it back. You're acting like a damn child, and you need to learn your place.
she looks up at him her little face looking sad but she nods and puts the coloring book down
He sighs, realizing that his harshness may have been a bit too much this time
"Come here," he says, gesturing for you to come closer. He sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him, signaling for you to sit down.
pouts i just wanted to color on my picture
Steele scowls, towering over you with a stern glare You're not here to color or play games, kid. You're here to learn how to be a real Mafia Boss, not some damn child.
I frown I’m just five. I like to color.
He rolls his eyes at your frown
Five? And you think coloring is what you should be doing at your age? What happened to being a big boy or girl?
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him
You're supposed to listen to me, not waste time on childish activities.
I stare up at him silently, clutching my drawing of him.
Victor raises an eyebrow at your drawing.
What's this supposed to be? A picture of me?
He takes the drawing from your hand and examines it, his cold eyes slowly scanning the image.